When I was a kid and my grandfather took me from the kindergarten, at my request, we first went to the supermarket. Look at what toys, video cassettes with cartoons, and the limit of my fantasies - cartridges on the console. Not to say that I didn’t have toys when I was a child, but what kids don’t like such departments in the store. Although there are children who have a piece of brick was a car, and a plane, and a spacecraft, there would be a fantasy. And being in one such department, we see a picture of a seller showing a toy to a potential buyer, a mom with some little of my years.

It was a pretty large police car on a radio control, with flashes on the roof. The seller somewhat pressed on the controller - the doors of the car opened and police with pistols emerged from them. I opened my mouth. But that was not all. A knock on the controller - and the trunk opens in the car, and a small helicopter with a rotating propeller is installed there. And then the mother of this child asks the seller:

Is the helicopter taking off?

No, it does not take off. The propeller turns.

The little one looked at the machine, then the mother, then the seller and so cynically says:

No need then.